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Bakugou x Reader

(This gets pretty dark, heads up)

Shut up, shut up, please, shut up!

"Katsuki, stop it! Get off of him now!" You got up for your spot alongside the wall, and used all of your strength to try and move Bakugou out of the way.

"Get the fuck off of me, Y/N! I'm going to kill this son of a bitch!" Bakugou extended his arm, grabbed you by the hair, and roughly swung you back up against the wall. You felt a crack resonate throughout your body.

Oh my god, is my neck broken?

You couldn't move, and instead were only able to watch on as Katsuki mercilessly beat your friend, Izuku, to death. The guilt was eating you alive as Izuku turned his gaze towards you, as if he was silently saying, 'This is all your fault, Y/N.'.

If you had known how obsessive Katsuki had become, you would have fled Tokyo in a heartbeat. You thought his demeanor was normal; he was always such a brute to everyone. When he locked you inside his house one day, it was no surprise when someone came knocking a few days later. Deku was the one who was most concerned about your disappearance, and opted to find you.

Katsuki, being the one who hated Deku with every fiber of his being, took absolute pleasure in beating him to death. Hearing your cries didn't mean shit to him. Sure, he loved you or whatever, but he'd be damned if another man touched you like Deku had. You were only his to touch.

Deku tried flailing his arms around, looking for any object he could use to subdue Kacchan. He was starting to turn blue, and his vision was fading. He needed to act fast.

They were both in the kitchen, and Deku felt something round and cold on the tips of his fingertips. He grabbed whatever it was and smashed it on the floor.

Glass.

Sifting his hands through the sharp shards, Deku gripped the largest piece and swiped at Bakugou's face. Bullseye.

Bakugou screamed, holding his right eye with his hand. Blood poured like a river throughout the creases of his hand, and leaked down to his shirt.

Deku regained his footing, gripping the countertop to stand up. He was roughly pushed back down, and a blazing heat was right near his face.

"I'll disfigure you like you've disfigured me. Actually, I'll just fucking kill you."

Both you and Deku let out screams when Bakugou activated his quirk, placing a red hot ball of fire right next to Izuku's face. The smell of burnt flesh made you gag, but you shoved whatever you ate back down.

Izuku was still alive and screaming when Bakugou yanked the shard of glass from his hand, raised it above his head, and aimed for Izuku's chest. Over and over, Bakugou repeated the same movements.

"I can't fucking stand you, you've been a nuisance from day one. Little fuck, you think you can just touch what's mine?" Bakugou kept stabbing, even though Izuku was already dead. Bits of blood splattered across Bakugou's face, mixing with his own blood. He either didn't know, or care, that Deku was dead. He still kept going as if he was alive and coherent.

"You wanted to touch her, didn't you? Stupid virgin, I already fucked her every way imaginable. Someone as stupid as you wouldn't be able to make her feel as good as I did."

He continued to spew vile words at Deku's corpse, who had now become a punching bag for Bakugou's anger. You stay huddled in your little corner, sobbing into your knees. The squelching noises were awful to hear. Your ears weren't able to block out the sound.

He finally stopped, and acknowledged you in the corner.

"I needed to let out some steam, that really helped, y'know?" Bakugou got up onto his feet and stretched, as if he had completed a workout. You gawked at how fast his mood switched.

"Get up pipsqueak, we need to find somewhere to hide. Those damn cops will show up anytime with all that screaming he did." Bakugou sulked off to the bedroom, quickly throwing together some clothes and essentials in a bag.

You were too stunned to move, and couldn't remove your eyes from Deku's lifeless body. The entire left side of his face was completely burnt to the bone and muscle. The hair from that side was also charred away, and blood pooled all around him.

Your arm was yanked up, making you have to stand unless you wanted your arm to be ripped from its socket.

"Get in the damn car, we'll stay with the league until I can rent some apartment nearby." Bakugou guided you outside, but before you could take a fresh breath of air, he shoved you into the passenger side and shut the door.

Even though the windows were tinted, you could still slightly see some of your surroundings. Bakugou activated his quirk once again, and this time, set the entire house ablaze. You were mortified.

Nobody would ever know what happened to Izuku, and both Bakugou and you would be long gone before anyone could save you. You cried again, losing all hope.

You flinched hearing the driver's side door open and shut, and the engine to the car starting.

"Stop crying, it makes your face look bloated." Bakugou scoffed at your teary face and looked back at the road.

"Ah, by the way, we'll be out of condoms for a while, so don't be a bitch about it."

Wasn't as long as I wanted it to be, but I felt like it didn't need anymore continuation.